Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.